Tag: Necrophilia Phone Sex

Accomplice Phone Sex Halloween Date

I was invited out as a date to a Halloween party Last weekend. The guy seemed interesting. Found out he was a Mortician and a sexual predator. He likes to mutilate pretty woman and girls. I fit his desires and he had plans. I dressed in the costume of his wishes, a wedding dress. Evidently it was a dress from one of his dead clients. He likes to undress them after the viewing and have his final way with them. Then he searches for a victim that would fit the outfit. He found me at the bar and sized me up well. Once I dressed in the gown and had the white thigh high stockings on, and heels, he needed to make me perfect. He took me to the morgue and had me lay down on the table. Instead of fake gore and blood he went for the real. He sliced at my breasts and cunt. He put cuts on my cheeks and stitched them up. I was sedated and he went to town making his own personal ghoul. He got me up and took pictures with me. I was bleeding out all over the gown. He was too excited to go to the party. He put on a little mood music about wanting to fuck the dead. I think it was punk or gothic stuff I heard it before. He gave me wine and started making out with me. Next thing I know I an being strangled and violated. He really went all out for his fixation and fucked me in a coffin. I was then being prepped, while still breathing, to be embalmed. That’s when they came in and it was a mess of cops and screaming. I was hauled off to the hospital.

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Gothic Phone Sex Fantasies

gothic phone sexI love Gothic phone sex calls, especially if it involves sexy vampires. In my head Vamps look like Tom Cruise or Erik from True Blood. All sexy, buff and shiny. I know that in many movies they can look like decaying old flesh or a bag of bones too, but when I masturbate to vampires turning me, I picture Erik from True Blood with his blonde hair and handsome face and chiseled body taking me. I was at a Goth underground club last week. It was Halloween and there were plenty of men dressed like sexy Vampires. I went into a private room with this tall handsome man who was like someone straight out of my wet dreams. He was not a romantic, however. He may not have even been human. He asked how I would like to be a living dead girl. I played along because in my mind it was just like something out of a fantasy phone sex call. He tied me up and stripped me naked. He took his time taking in my body. I thought he was enamored by my goddess like looks, but he slapped me and called me a dirty whore. My cunt got wet, and he could smell me. He was calling me horrid names. It was like he suddenly became Carrie White’s mother talking about my dirty pillows and my whorish looks. Then he showed me his teeth. I thought he had really good prosthetic fangs. He bit into my neck, and I felt the warm blood trickling down my body. He latched on to my throat as he fucked me. I felt weird. I was powerless to fight him. My body was going cold from blood loss. I was starting to lose consciousness. I did go dark at some time, but I woke up and never felt better. Was it a dream? I looked into the mirror, but I had no reflection. He had turned me into a creature of the night. I am game for whatever taboo phone sex fantasy you have too.

Killer Phone Sex Victim Slut

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When I say that I want to have killer phone sex, I don’t mean that I want it to be “Oh, that phone fuck was killer” kind of thing. I mean that I literally want you to call me up and tell me about how you’d fucking slice and dice me. But if you would prefer another way of snuffing me out, then by all means, go right ahead and do whatever gets your cock hard. Suffocation, drowning, torture…any of those things are okay with me and the more it gets your dick hard, the more excited I become.

I want to know whether or not you’d fuck my dead body, or if you’d get off during the process of killing me. Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze the life out of me from behind while you slam your cock all the way inside me. But I do have a question for you – do you want to fuck my pussy or my asshole? You might as well go balls deep in my ass and rip it open. It’s not like you have to worry about injuring me. Call me and tell me how fucking nasty you wanna get with me.

Naughty Necrophilia Phone Sex

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I get it. Necrophilia phone sex isn’t for everyone and that’s cool, I guess. It’s so much fun and I’d just hate for you to miss out on something that could make you cum so freaking hard. I didn’t think I was going to like it the first time someone called me and told me that’s what their fantasy was. Honestly, I guess you could say that I was a little bit put off by it, but by the end of the call, I was really feeling it. I even realized that I had my hand between my legs and was rubbing my pussy.

I had the best orgasm that day and that started my journey into necrophilia fantasies. I love exploring them with my callers who are into it, and I love helping the ones who aren’t yet into it find their way. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fuck a cold dead body? There’s something to be said about having a partner who you don’t have to worry about pleasing. And you don’t have to listen to her complain about how long it takes you to make her cum. Dead girls don’t need orgasms. 

Evil Killer Phone Sex

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When I say you’ll have killer phone sex when you call me, I’m not just talking about the fact that it’s going to be freaking amazing. I literally mean we’re going to pick up an innocent young girl at the mall, on the side of the road, or wherever and we’re going to take her home and snuff her out. I know I sound pretty flippant about it…well, I guess I am. The life of that girl doesn’t matter one bit to me. All that matters are the feelings that I have when I’m watching the life drain from someone.

Do you think it would make your dick hard to watch me slice and dice a pretty young thing? I think we should put a ball gag in her mouth so she can’t scream when it starts to hurt too badly. I don’t want to hear her beg me to spare her life. That doesn’t do anything for me, except cause me major annoyance. I’d rather watch the fear in her eyes as she realizes there’s nothing she can do to stop me from doing the inevitable. If you have the same kinds of killer fantasies that I do, then we could get dark and twisted together.

Explosive sex with dead bodies …

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His intense need to have sex with dead bodies was explosive in nature. It’s all he ever thought about as he watched the girls on the jogging trail. Normal enough with a plain, yet handsome face. Not too small in build and not large enough to intimate them as they each jogged past. A friendly smile and wave as he ate his cheese and crackers and read off his phone. A nice business  man in his polo and slacks. None approached him, and he never seemed to ogle or undress them. Sure they would feel that stare to that ass and if they looked back they would see nothing. That’s the part he wanted to taste more than anything else in this how world. But to them not knowing his dark fantasies’ it was typical straight man actions and considered healthy in the male species. A couple of the women would smile to themselves as he appreciated that jiggling derriere.  What these would be victims never saw was that he was on time for his three favorite joggers every day. If one didn’t show he would scout her out. Though he never changed his lunch hour he wanted to blend in. He wasn’t even an employee of any of these businesses around here. This was his jacking hour. Where he set up his mind against his big three jogging women into murder scenes he would jack off to cozy in a short while. The scene was important as he couldn’t get off any other way now. Soon even that wouldn’t be enough! The books he would read would be intense killer and victim series of dark and bloody details. In the Gallery, hundreds of murdered women’s bodies, collected from articles and sites no longer around. A collection of bodies he wanted to fuck, and devour a small piece of. He wanted to be bound with flesh after death and keep these beauties with him forever. He would need help soon and come looking for an Necrophiliac accomplice to help him get his needs met. 

Dracula’s Bride

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I would willingly turn myself over to Lord Dracula himself, and be his willing slave. The idea of submitting to a vampiric overlord who will gain nourishment from drinking my blood. I would be his bride, let him ravage my body, ravishing me deliciously, sexually. I’m a huntress at heart, and the ability to transform into an apex predator is so alluring I’m soaking fucking wet at just the thought.

Imagine it; it’s late, and the heavy beat of an underground inner city club pulses through your veins. I can smell you, the hormones on you are unmistakable; horny human male. I’m dressed like the Devil in disguise, a seductress of the highest reform. My cunt is wet, and my nipples press hard and pierced through my skin tight leather get up. You spot me from across the room, and I can see the hunger in your eyes. You mistake my desire to taste you for lust; though blood lust is just as intoxicating.

You follow me into the alley, a silly mistake. Mortals are always so trusting; I was. Now, I’ll bite into your veins and use you for my sexual pleasure. I’m draining every last drop of blood from you, making you beg me for breath. Arise as my undead slave, and worship Dracula’s Bride for all eternity.

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Bloody Phone Sex Fun

bloody phone sexI am a bloody phone sex whore. I find blood sexy. I am not the only one either. I met this guy at a fetish club who is into hematolaghia. It is pretty much folks who get off on blood.  He convinced me to let him have some of my blood for sex play. I was nervous of course. Trusting a man to cut you gives him a lot of power. I mean he could drain you dry and kill you like a vampire. I was hesitant but aroused. He was handsome and hung like a horse. I wanted to please him, so I let him cut me. He made a few cuts on my tender flesh and my bright red blood dripped down over my boobs. I felt like Carrie at the prom. He added his blood to the mix. Bright red rivers of blood cascaded over my tits and down to my cunt. He used our blood as lube to fuck me. He pushed his bloody cock in my ass and my pussy. I was bleeding and in pain, but my cunt was on fire. I was so turned on playing in our blood. He would not let me cut him. I understood. I was the submissive taboo phone sex whore. He was the master I met in a fetish club. I started to rub my blood in my tits, and he got pissed. He was mad that the blood started to fade from my tits. He put the knife to my neck and made a huge slice across my throat. He gave me a Colombian necktie. I was choking on my blood. It was spewing out my throat. I was going to bleed out or drown in my blood. Either way, I should never have trusted a stranger to slice my flesh.

Snuff Voyeur Surprise

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Master told me I was in for a snuff voyeur surprise. When we walked in, I could smell the blood in the air. Looking around I saw two sexy big titty women one was tied to the bed the other to the table. The men were naked with masks and whips. One of the men was on fucking the girl on the bed he was pounding her so hard while whipping her. I was surprised on how hard he was pounding her and no sound came from her he was choking her and whipping her and not a whimper. As I got closer, I could see why she wasn’t moving. She was now a corpse they had fun with her before we got there and the fun doesn’t stop. The second girl was getting whipped while sucking cock and boy she was loving it I could see straight up her up and she was dripping juices. Master decided to get in on the action and came up behind her shoving his cock deep in her. They fucked her until they both filled up her mouth and pussy. To my excitement the night was just getting started.  

A Little Murder Fantasy Victim

My daddy had taken me while I was sleeping, he made sure I woke up naked and bare. I have a naturally bare pussy and a flat chest with perky hard nipples. Daddy said I wasn’t leaving here alive. He said maybe if I do everything he tells me to I may get away. He told me to start sucking his dick, it was so big compared to my little lips that I had to choke it all down. He forced fucked my tiny holes and started to stab and slice me open bit by bit. He started by tearing into my shit hole with his knife to make it fit his dick! I screamed louder and louder in pain. He stabbed my small back to make sure I’d stop squirming so he can push his cock all the way in. He turned me around while I begged to go home, losing more and more of my life slowly. I could feel myself fading from my young body as he took his knife once more to my throat and slit it open. He wanted to make sure I tasted his cum before I died and I did. I felt that hot load mix with my blood as I slipped away.